JIMMY. Ordinarily I wouldn't mind your flirting with strangers, but…
ANNABELLE. (indignantly) Jimmy! How can you?
THE ANGEL. It was my fault, I'm sure—if fault there was. But what is it—to flirt? You see, I wish to learn everything.
ANNABELLE. I hope you never learn that.
THE ANGEL. I put myself in your hands.
JIMMY. Er—would you like a—drink?
THE ANGEL. Thank you. I am very thirsty. (Taking the glass.) This is very different from what we have in Heaven. (He tastes it. A look of gratified surprise appears on his face.) And much better! (He drains the glass and hands it back.) May I have some more?
ANNABELLE. Be careful!
THE ANGEL. What should I be careful of?
ANNABELLE. Don't drink too much of that—if it's the first time.